Looking Into Your Big Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

When he sees me shyly looking he gives me a soft smile and I quickly look away, embarrassed that I was caught looking. “You can look at me.” His voice is smooth and he carefully moves his hand from my thigh to my chin to tilt my face to look at him. The warmth of his fingers under my chin feels better than I would like to admit. I raise my eyes to meet his. Up close his eyes are even more fascinating. The purple iris is slightly lighter in the middle and he has a darker ring around the edge, making his eyes look like they almost shine with an inner light. “You have beautiful eyes. I have never seen eyes with that color before. I can’t decide if they are green or brown. It seems like they cha

I was running out of ways to say no. "Come on Jamie," she said, "It would make me sad to be alone tonight." Paula put her head down and looking up at me though her eyelashes with those huge brown eyes pushed her lips into a pout and whispered. "You wouldn't want me to be sad tonight would you?" I shook my head; there was no way in hell I could say no to that look. "Okay." I told her. "I've always been a sucker for big brown eyes."

Then everything comes back to me. “Why was I bleeding? Did the doctor say anything?” Mr Brown lets out a sign and passes his hands down his face. He really looked good now that I really look at him. He has brown curly hair that looked so messy though it was styled with gel as always. He had a deep set of blue eyes that reminded me of something or someone I couldn’t place my finger on. He always has this serious face that makes him look somewhat arrogant. Another arrogant face that I met recently comes to me and I roll my eyes. I look at Mr Brown and see him give me a confused face and I remember I rolled my eyes at him.

His eyes were black, without a tinge of brown in them. I’ve never seen black eyes, people have dark brown eyes, it’s common but black eyes aren’t and he had a mysterious look inside them, they looked almost dead to me but still, there was a little warmth there, they weren’t like the one which sent chill down your spine but still enough to make someone freeze.

It was like they were trying to make words, but I couldn't understand anything. Was it saying something? I had no idea. No sound was coming out of the lips. I lounged for the lips again, trying to continue from where I stopped. But then a pair of hands caught my hands in the air. When I looked up, my gaze landed on the most perfect set of eyes I had ever seen. They were a rich, warm brown, like melted chocolate on a summer day. A kaleidoscope of emotions danced within me as I kept my gaze on those brown eyes.

My Father. Closing my eyes, I shook my head quickly and turned back to the TV. Amanda had that reaction when she first saw me. But Beta Jack didn't seem to mind my eyes. Once the woman was done singing, I sat back on the sofa and turned towards Cameron. He raised an eyebrow and offered an innocent smile, "Eyes are brown?" I asked and pointed at my eyes. The question didn't sound right, and I knew I had messed up, but Cameron overlooked it as he started to speak.

"Breathe for my baby girl. Focus. I'm here now. Focus on me, sweetheart." I blink up at him, tears already in my eyes... I'm scared. But I don't see those crazy brown eyes that are on repeat in my head. I see the fierce blue eyes that are promising me protection.

Something gentler. Cooing. These little noises that rose and fell like the baby was trying to have a conversation but didn't have words yet. I looked down at it, still trying to process the fact that my dead grandmother was standing right in front of me. The baby was staring right at me. Its eyes were brown. Except they weren't just brown. The color moved. Shifted. Lightened to amber when the light hit it one way, then darkened to almost black, then back to that deep warm brown. Like looking into water when the sun moves behind clouds.

“I'm here, I'M here” I looked around, trying to process what had just happened to me. We were sitting side by side on the bed in my room, staring at each other. I looked at him and his beautiful eyes, dark brown and so warm, filled with concern and concern and worry and something else… Something else that seemed so familiar.

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.